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When I can’t sleep, I’m thinking of you,
By an open window breathing the air.
Do you feel the same as me?
Do you miss the chocolate of my eyes?
Do you miss my ginger hair?

A starry night is coming in the town.
Are we just dreams or real beings?
My dear, I don’t want to let you down
Cause I love you, and want you to have such a feeling.


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